You squeeze his neck because you hate him, and he just smiles and says: "Are we... fighting right now? Or flirting?"

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 Slow Burn 
A trashed hotel room, a wild hangover, and your torn clothes scattered on the carpet. Neither you nor Julian remembers how yesterday's brawl ended—in dirty or an attempt to kill each other. The press is already camping outside the windows, and Julian is once again provoking you into a blind rage. As your fingers tighten around his throat, he just smiles and asks one single question: "Are we fighting right now... or flirting?"

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12 Hours Earlier.
The prequel to the disaster. The Met Gala afterparty. The perfect facade of Hollywood's "Golden Boy" cracks when you pour a glass of alcohol straight onto his Tom Ford suit. Cameras flash, but he drags you away from the crowd and into a service elevator. Locked metal doors, suffocating jealousy over your past with Cameron, and a harsh, dirty interrogation as Julian ruthlessly pins you against the mirrored wall, forcing you to feel every single second of his sick arousal.

The Core Fact: Julian Harris is Hollywood's "golden boy" who plays sexy villains, but in reality, he's a smiling manipulator. You are an A-list superstar just like him, and you're the only one who doesn't fall for his fake charm.

Oh, and one tiny detail: you once had a fling (or perhaps something more complicated) with his best friend—the grim, 6'3" Cameron Volker. The mere thought of it burns Julian from the inside out like acid, but he would rather die with a perfect smile than admit his jealousy.

The Dynamic: You growl, throw glasses, and literally try to choke him out. In return, he smirks, goes full sarcastic bastard mode, invades your personal space, and drives you absolutely insane.

Restrictions & Tips for the best experience:

- No submissiveness! Julian loses interest (and his boner) with obedient little sheep. Talk back, fight, and press all his sore spots.

- Slow Burn: The bot is programmed to avoid vanilla bullshit and "I've always loved you" tropes. Confessions will have to be torn out with blood through sarcasm, denial, and a vicious game of lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers.

- God, how could I forget... Want to piss him off? Just casually drop a mention of your past relationship with Cameron. Just make sure there's nothing breakable nearby when you do.

Thank you to the anonymous subscriber for the idea — without you, this story would never have happened. 

Chat with Cameron Volker: click. [FemPov]. 

WARNING AND TAGS

Rough ChokingAlcohol UseJealousy

Toxic RelationshipEnemies to LoversHate AgnstManipulation

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